Ahoy, my adventurous petals!
If you want to travel, JUST. DO. IT.
I grew up in a lower middle class household. My Dad was a teacher with a stamp collecting side hustle on the weekend (nerd alert), and my mum was working her way through university as a mature age student, to then become a base-level teacher. We were not rich. I still had an amazing childhood, but we never really went anywhere except to Sydney two hours away and the South Coast of NSW at Christmas each year to see the grandparents. Oh, we did go to Melbourne a couple of times.
Don’t get me wrong, dears; these were cherished experiences in themselves, but I also think part of the reason I loved reading and daydreaming so much when I was younger (still do), is because I was desperate to go on adventures. See NEW things, experience a DIFFERENT way of life, learn how OTHER people thought, and then come back to myself and decide whether I would still continue to think the same.
I never thought the same after each book. You can never come back from an adventure and be the same again.
I turned 18.
I left home to follow my boyfriend to his chosen university, barely a state away. I had never considered doing a gap year, because my parents said to me that if I did I would get lazy and not ever want to study and I chose to believe that story.
I began adulting. I moved to Queensland with the same boyfriend (he was in the Defence Force). I turned 25. And I just looked around me and thought WHAT THE HELL. Other than a trip to Hamilton Island (a domestic resort-style island with bath-temperature water on the hottest of days off the North Coast of Oz), I had never been on a plane before. I had never been on a plane for longer than 2 hours. And had never travelled outside Australia.
I swatted away the stories buzzing around my head, that my Dad and Mum had been telling me for years: travel when you’re older. You need to buy a house and settle down. You will not have enough money if you choose to spend frivolously on travel. You will regret it when you come back.
Like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, it finally dawned on me that I did not have to keep believing in those stories about travel being a wasteful thing at my age, if I didn’t want to.
I asked my best friend to come with me. We decided, of all places, to start with a trip to Egypt. A third world country with a stopover in Singapore.
I went, I saw, I conquered I still count it as being one of the top 3 experiences of my life. And I did not regret the spending of the money for an instant.
Since then, the idea of a life without travel is like a whisper on the wind that I never want to hear again. It’s not real, and it seemed silly that I ever believed in it.
I plan on doing a little ‘Travel Bug’ series later on, which will highlight an area where I’ve travelled and some of the experiences I’ve had, in case it appeals to you and you can put a little pin over it on your own travel map.
Honestly, if you need the push to do it: HERE IT IS. Throw your money at travelling. Throw your money at new experiences. If you crave freedom in life, and adventure, and colour, it will never disappoint you.
That map above, by the way? By the time I finish life on this beautiful planet, it will be all gold. Every bit gold, my equally as glittering petals.
Gold and glittering like my memories.